Page 16 of Their Little Anzerine
Her cheeks turn pink, and she tucks her face against Kafran’s neck. “Yes, Sir,” she mumbles.
I rub her back as I take a seat at the same time as Kafran. “Good girl.”
Jefared smiles warmly at her. “I understand you don’t have an ID on you. Is that correct?”
Mercy sits on Kafran’s knees. “No, Sir. Is that a problem?” She stiffens and glances at me, panic in her wide eyes.
I grab her hand and hold it. “Relax, Baby girl. You’re never going back to Earth. Not for any reason.”
“We like to have ID whenever it’s possible, but it’s not mandatory. The important thing is that we register exactly who left Earth. As long as you’re telling us the truth about your identification, there won’t be an issue. The governments on Earth would get testy if girls started disappearing without any record of them having been claimed by one of us. When people go missing, the first thing the authorities do is check our registrar. If the missing female isn’t on the list, then they know something else happened to her.”
Mercy nods. “I’m telling the truth about who I am. I have no reason to lie. My existence wasn’t pleasant.”
Kafran pats her thigh. “In addition, her husband showed up at the club and created a scene, trying to get the manager to return her to him.”
Jefared’s brows lift. “Husband?”
I interject. “She married him a few hours ago, but it was against her will, and she jumped out of the limo after the ceremony and sought refuge inside Club Zoom.”
Jefared chuckles. “I bet he was pissed.”
Mercy winces. “I hope he’s publicly humiliated. He’s been nothing but cruel to me for years. I’m glad I escaped, and I’m even more relieved now that I know I’ll never see him again.”
“We’re grateful for your escape, too, Baby girl,” I tell her.
Jefared proceeds to ask several questions, recording her information into the system. Full name, birth date, allergies… “Do you have any medical issues we should be aware of, Little one?”
“No, Sir,” she mutters.
He finishes typing everything in before standing once more to turn and open the door behind him. “Go on into the exam room. Dankin is expecting you.”
“Who’s Dankin?” Mercy asks as Kafran passes through the entrance.
“The ship doctor we told you about. He’ll do a thorough exam to make sure you’re healthy enough for transport,” I tell her.
She stiffens again. “What if I’m not?”
I pat her arm. “Baby girl, there’s no escaping us,” I tease. “I promise. Nothing will ever separate you from us. Never. Not a lack of ID, nor a medical condition. If something isn’t perfectly healthy about you, Dankin will fix it.”
Kafran sets her on the end of the exam table, tugging the blanket away at the same time. He tosses it onto the chair behind him.
Mercy frowns and tries to smash herself against Kafran’s side. When the door opens across from where we entered, she squeals and ducks her body behind Kafran.
Dankin enters with a warm smile. He nods toward me and then Kafran before turning his attention to our girl. “Hi there, Mercy. Rumor has it you’ve had quite an interesting day.”
She presses her chest against Kafran’s arm, trying to hide. “I guess,” she murmurs.
“Manners…” Kafran reminds her.
She lowers her head. “Yes, Sir.”
Dankin comes to the end of the table as Kafran tries to move to one side and I take the other.
I stroke her hair back from her face. We haven’t done anything with it since her bath. It’s almost dry, but it’s tangled. I’m looking forward to learning to braid it or put it in pigtails. Kafran and I have both practiced how to care for our female’s hair, but only on mannequins.
“You need to sit tall so Dankin can examine you, Baby girl,” I tell her. “He sees naked Little girls all the time. I promise you have all the same body parts.”
“Mine are bigger,” she mutters.
